May projects and (art) happenings.

I am SO excited for the merry month of May...! 

Not just because of mine and mummy's feature in Malaysia Tatler (I hope they've airbrushed me flawless) is in the coming month's issue, that D is moving back in with me (reunited and it feels so gooooood), or Ciara, Luxy's, and my trip to Cuba (although that is a lot to be happy for!). But also because of the wealth of projects coming my way, and the many art-related happenings in London. 

A lot of said happenings---exhibitions, shows, private views---are free, another reason to love this fair city. Last Sunday I had a (heated) discussion about what wealth really is. I agree with my esteemed opponent that being able to walk through a park, to stop and pick some flowers to tuck in one's hair is a privilege and makes one richer for it. Likewise, wealth is the opportunity to carelessly wander, dream-like, into (most) galleries in London for free, waltz through an exhibition,  and leave enriched. Like YashkaThor explained to me, luxury isn't about price. It's about priority, quality, and also, I think, choice, and the freedom and opportunity to make those choices. You can live in London with so little money yet be so enriched; with all the parks, galleries, interesting character, and beauty around you.

Speaking of interesting characters I woke up to two dreadful videos on my phone of Luxy and I singing (shrieking) Bohemian Rhapsody in her car last night after we left Duck & Waffle on a food high. That is another example of wealth! To sing (screech) like harpies with your friend after a good (and damn it was good! Everybody go order the wild mushroom bread and the gnocchi now!) meal. We are so blessed, and life is so beautiful.

Anyway I've gone off on a huuuuuuuge tangent, but can you blame me when I'm so happy to be alive?

Here are the art-related projects and happenings in May that I'm looking forward to. One day more!

April 30, 2014

May projects and (art) happenings.

I am SO excited for the merry month of May...!  Not just because of mine and mummy's feature in Malaysia Tatler (I hope they'v...

On sexuality and Coco De Mer.


Of the many things that I feel deeply impassioned about, the one that has been on my mind a lot (and I do mean a lot) lately is the frankly antiquated stance that female sexuality, or rather a woman who enjoys all things sexual and sensual, is a dirty and shameful thing.

I first read about FGM (female genital mutilation) when I was twelve in an article in Marie Claire. With the typical horrible fascination of a child I read Desert Flower. Even then I knew to be appalled by the idea that female sexuality and sexual desire was something to be feared and controlled by means of repression. I shan't rant about the barbarism of FGM here because I am not especially well-informed about the topic yetbut I do want to say my piece about the perception that a woman's value and her 'purity' are intrinsically linked.

The notion that women should not openly admit to enjoying sex, have as many sexual partners as men, or be sexual creatures the same way that men are, is ridiculous. I used to think it was an 'Asian men' thing, from my experience with them. One referred to a woman (fine, mine)'s sexuality as a snide jab, as if it's something shameful, sinful, and unnatural. This exchange transpired:

“You’re quite sexual aren’t you.”
“We all are! How do you think we came into this world? Immaculate conception? Jesus Christ, you're not."

I was 20, and henceforth have never dated another Asian man. 

Not just because they tend to be shorter than me when I wear heels.

But no, it's not just an Asian mentality. It's a 'small man' mentality. I call them small men, not boys, because I shan't tar all males under the age of eighteen with the same brush.

To call a woman wanton, to slut-shame, to ridicule…solely on the basis that she enjoys sex, is sexual (whether openly or not), wants to explore her sexuality with however many people she wants etc. is just another way of trying to take power away from someone for daring to be themselves. And honest. Who does that? Cowards, that's who...small men who are afraid of women, and try to keep them as girls. Infantilised, virginal, meek little creatures who won't fight for themselves. Or tell their boyfriends that they're bad in bed and just not doing it for them. That's the great thing about virgins, they don't know any better. They won't criticise and deflated your tiny (non)manhood.

Don't even get me started on females who slut-shame other females just because they perceive her as a threat, or as competition (competition for what? The attention of other men? They are not worth it), or out of any insecurity. Bad enough we have the male gaze and a patriarchal system in place that works against us, now we have to fight among ourselves and step on each other?! Women look out for each other and support each other. Just like how a flower doesn't think to compete with the flower next to it. It just blooms.

Their ignorance is more scandalous than anyone's promiscuity.

That said, that is a time and place to be sexy and/or sexual. It’s all about the appropriateness of the situation. If a woman showed up at a black-tie event or charity ball with all her bits out for the sole attention of being unnecessarily distracting, or to ensnare someone in the hope of weaselling herself into their income bracket, or just because they don't know how to look good aside from showing as much skin as possible, then that is trashy. And a tad unimaginative. Not slutty. She may wearing a whore’s uniform, but she may not be a whore. Unless of course sex is her profession, and that is another story entirely (if it's legal and she's paying taxes I don't really care, it's not my business. But it might be HMRC's).

And of course whatever a consenting adult does with another (and as many other) consenting adults** is their business. 

**I know the age of consent is 18 (or in some countries 16) and technically an eighteen year old is an adult, but in my opinion most eighteen year olds are still children. When you compare the mentality of an 18 year old against their, say, 28 year old suitor, that’s a huge world of difference. To me there’s a touch of predatory about it…I’d feel more comfortable calling my daughter an adult when she's 25, instead of shoving her out the door with a bag of condoms the moment she turns 18. In fact when I become a mother I will probably accompany my daughters on all their dates until they are thirty. Same goes with my sons just so I can be sure that they behave like gentlemen. Oh my God, I’m turning into my mother.

I'm going off on a tangent here, but long story short,

I wish for the day when women can be openly sexual and unabashedly celebratory of all sensual pleasures afforded to them (such wonderful gifts) without fear of backlash, stigma, and attacks (on their character, mental, and physical self)

Women of the world, regardless or whether they are single, married, in a committed monogamous/polygamous relationship, should never feel ashamed for being carnal. Your God didn't design you with the capacity for desire just to test you in some sadistic way. The body and all its infinite sensual pleasures are a beautiful gift, as is your health. If you're going to eat well, go to the gym, why not look after your sensual needs? It all comes down to your physical and emotional wellbeing.

Not to go into too personal details, but I take my pleasure very seriously. Although I'm far from a connoisseur I like to think that I know a good thing when I see it. And when it comes to purveyors of pleasure nobody gets it oh-so-right the way Coco De Mer do.


Londoners know Coco De Mer as the luxury lingerie and sex toy boutique on Monmouth Street, Covent Garden. 


I love how feminine, sensual, and invitingly warm it is, with touches of the unexpected (but always classy) at every sexy turn.




I love the selection of luxury masks and headwear and am especially inclined to this beauty by Paul Seville.

Everything about this gorgeous place screams opulence, from the luxurious restraints and luxury nipple wear...


...to gorgeous glass dildos that look like they belong displayed in a gilded gold cabinet in a museum, rather than stashed away in a bedside drawer...




The beauty of glass sex toys is that they are especially conducive to hot and cold which makes for an interesting play with temperatures. Chill in the fridge or run under warm water before playtime, whatever one fancies.


I highly recommend Lelo Luna love beads for practising and strengthening Kegel muscles. Especially for women who've just had a baby.


I love this vintage fur rabbit mask which I find slightly terrifying in the light of day, but in the shadows of a dungeon cast in relief by flickering candlelight I imagine this mask to take on a transformative effect, and become rather pagan...bestial even. 




I want this cushion so badly (and all of their home ware) but at £300+ I think I might just wait until my birthday. Far more affordable are their range of gifts. I have the c*nt colouring book by Tee Corinne, and I do want the Etat Libre d'Orange 'Jasmine et Cigarette' parfum (I fell in love with it in their Paris shop). Naturally accompanied by this 'I F*cking Adore You' cardthe perfect declaration of affection for those who do not find themselves naturally predisposed to saccharine, romantic gushing. Such a better present than the baskets of body lotion and scented lotions that people usually gift me (just stop, I appreciate it but I already have enough to open a apothecary).

Even their changing rooms are naughty, encouraging one to embrace one's inner exhibitionist...


...I wasn't quite comfortable with posing and posting any Instagrams of myself bedecked in nothing but lingerie (luxurious as they are) but I couldn't help slip a peek of the Persephone open cup bra...


Also, I have a pineapple on my face because I came straight from La Plage

Coco de Mer also do salons on sensual education. I'm gutted to miss the introduction to the art of Japanese rope bondage. But there are always the private salons...perfect for couples wanting to do something a little more exciting for 'date night' than just Netflix. 

My new additions to my box of delights...!



Unboxing.


My purchases came with a gift of strawberry champagne truffles made by Montezuma chocolate. I was after the edible anus chocolates and so sad that they didn't have any in store. Butt I want them!



'Always be desired but never possessed'. Absolutely.

My other favourite is 'Freedom is deciding whose slave you want to be'.



My pillows are DIY 'F*ck/Sleep' pillowcases that I made with a fabric Sharpie because one is too Posh, Broke, & Bored (read: cheap) to drop $300 on the Kiki de Montparnasse originals. 

I should really iron my pillowcases...


I can't wait to go back to Coco de Mer for my next fix of sexy goodies. A truly worthy investment, after all a dirty mind is the true wellspring of joy.


April 29, 2014

On sexuality and Coco De Mer.

Of the many things that I feel deeply impassioned about, the one that has been on my mind a lot (and I do mean a lot) lately is the f...

La Plage by Bacanal

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London welcomed me home with sunshine and deceptively warm weather. Of course as I write this the temperatures have plunged back down into toe-curling depths of misery (on a scale of perky nips to icy bones, I'd put today down as 'buy that season-transitional camel suede waterfall coat from Zara). But at least on Saturday, the sun came out to play at Bacanal for the launch of their new new pop up residency, the brunch party series La Plage! The sun always shines at Bacanal, unless of course it's on of their 'by night' parties.


The sun's out, get your buns out!

The Conservatory at Millennium Gloucester Hotel was the perfect setting for La Plage's tropical themed soiree. 

With an island club setting, palm trees scaling up to the ceiling, the vast skylights filtering in the sun to create a bright (but soft and flattering, perfect light for taking food photos...and selfies, huhu) mood, buckets and bottles of Moët Ice imperial everywhere, and cabanas to lounge about in, one could almost be forgiven for thinking that one had left London for a Labor Day party (it was certainly white enough! 'The deception, this is an all white party!') or even somewhere like Dubai. I kept up my penchant for geographical fibbing and sent some friends photos saying I was in Ibiza, and they almost believed me. Almost. 


My liquid lunch on an empty stomach, which bought me a return day pass on the hangover bus.

April 28, 2014

La Plage by Bacanal

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Hennessy X.O Appreciation Grows 2014 in Danga Bay, Johor

What is the litmus test one uses to measure quality with? More specifically, what would you do to attend a dinner party you deem worthy of being graced by your illuminating (haha) and obnoxious presence? In this instance it was my willingness to postpone my flight from Kuala Lumpur back to London just so I can fly down to Johor Bahru for the Hennessy X.O Appreciation Grows 2014 event. 

Whenever Hennessy X.O asked me to consider attending, (not-so) jokingly suggesting 'Just postpone your flight lah!' (you know who you are, ahem) my answer was always the same 'I'm sorry, I can't, I have to go back to London and feed my hamster' (the new 'I have to wash my hair). My position was steadfastly so until I met the man behind the magic himself, Chef Viet Pham, and assisted him at the Appreciation Grows 2014 pre-event.

He earned my respect not only with the way he butterflied those prawns, or sautéed the rambutans, or whip up a 'mystery box' canapé in under twenty minutes despite my best efforts to sabotage him (not intentionally, but this is what happens when I help out in the kitchen) BUT when he stopped whatever he was doing (probably chopping something into tiny pieces) and jokingly glared at me for taking selfies while supposedly assisting him. Nobody ever dares to throw shade at me! Chef Pham, you are a cool dude. I will postpone my London flight by two days just so I can come to Appreciation Grows 2014 and have you cook dinner for me.

Consider that the highest form of praise from me.


So I flew down to J.B (the pompous, paranoid KLite in me gives an affected shudder) for a day and night with the celebrities, the media, the 'industry people', and the Hennessy crew who looked after us very well indeed. All fifty of us took over the entire plane which might as well have #TeamHennessy painted across the body. We checked into The Thistle and had just about an hour to scrub up and look presentable for the evening.
April 24, 2014

Hennessy X.O Appreciation Grows 2014 in Danga Bay, Johor

What is the litmus test one uses to measure quality with? More specifically, what would you do to attend a dinner party you deem worthy of...

I ♥ Malaysia Airlines

The prodigal daughter returns! 

To London, that is, I feel I need to clarify that because I'm either returning to Kuala Lumpur or London. Living in two cities is romanticised as having the best of both worlds but people tend to glaze over the fact that one also get the worst of both worlds. 

I got back yesterday evening, safely by care of Malaysia Airlines*. And why shouldn't I? One tragic incident in an otherwise excellent safety record and the world turns to mock or shun our world-class airline which until now has only ever been on peoples' lips for their hospitality and service. We all know my strong feelings about this, national newspaper The Star quoted me in this article and heck, the debut issue of my topical comic series Audaciously Yours opened with a scene in  an A380 airbus with the narrator singing MAS's praises. 


Audaciously Yours Week 1: The Prodigious Daughter Returns. September 2013. 

*to be honest when the captain announced at the beginning of the flight that four passengers aren't making their flight and having their luggage removed, I got paranoid and my mind jumped to a thousand conspiracy theories. Do they know something we don't? I'm generally uneasy on airplanes. But then I remembered that two fortune tellers predicted that I'd be married, or have announced the intention to, by the end of next year. So I have at least a good one and a half years ahead of me. I think of that whenever I need reassurance in the face of impending danger.

So while people make passing (and insensitive, may I add, have they paused to consider that being Malaysian there's a good chance that I know people on the missing flight?) jokes about me flying MAS "Oh, I hope your plane doesn't go missing" and the sort (yes, you're so witty and original) I'm here to rebuke them. Not by stooping to particularly unsophisticated lows, but by showing them just why I love Malaysia Airlines so much.
April 21, 2014

I ♥ Malaysia Airlines

The prodigal daughter returns!  To London, that is, I feel I need to clarify that because I'm either returning to Kuala Lumpur or ...

LaFite at Shangri-La Kuala Lumpur

It's nine in the morning and I'm in the Golden Lounge, KLIA, waiting for my flight back to London. Dear God, it's early and a Sunday morning but somehow the airport is rammed with people...where are they flying to? Anywhere but on my flight please, I'm claustrophobic. Please please please. Here's another first world problem, trying to muddle through a sleep-addled brain and figure out which lane is moving more quickly; the Premier Lane or the regular Autogate (for Malaysian passport holders)*.

*answer: Premier Lane, but only by a hair. Whaaaaat.

My sincerest apologies to all the people in K.L that I didn't meet up with this around. Acquaintances, long-lost friends, and long suffering family members alike. I only came back for a month for a few events, couple of trips, to take care of some business, and to see some family, so my time in Malaysia was sparse. I wasn't feeling my best either, for some reason I kept falling sick and I made at least six trips to the hospital (the Prince Court staff are my new best friends). Of course I am also the worse at making plans to make up for people, people usually chase me or just figure out where I am and show up to see me. 

Anyway, if you're one of those sorely-neglected friends/family/foe I've mentioned, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you when I'm back in November and maybe I'll talk you all to LaFite at Shangri-La?

An institution, it's one of my oldest favourite places to dine for years. Of course I enjoy French cuisine, and small portions for when I want to feel less like a noble savage and more like the refined madame I pretend to be.


Their signature fruit salad; paper thin slices of mango, dragon fruit, grape, scattered with almonds, sorbet, blueberries and raspberries. Drenched in bourbon vanilla syrup. Don't chew on the mint, just don't.
April 20, 2014

LaFite at Shangri-La Kuala Lumpur

It's nine in the morning and I'm in the Golden Lounge, KLIA, waiting for my flight back to London. Dear God, it's early and a ...

Into The Blue

...or as it is fondly referred to by my family as 'How Jasiminne got bitten on the nose by a fish'.

It's simple really, just be vain and stupid enough to take off your snorkelling mask while holding a piece of bread in a coral reef inhabited by fish accustomed to being fed by humans. All because I wanted a glamourous photo of myself swimming like a mermaid queen (and no self-respecting mermaid would be caught with a snorkel and mask, unless she was wearing it ironically like a hipster Ariel) surrounded by my adoring fish subjects. So I took off my mask for the photo and lured the fish to me with some bread. One of them mistook my substantial nose for food and chomp


This would've never happened to Ariel...more evidence that I am not a mermaid. This is what you get for flicking your hair at your lifeguard when he asks if you want a life vest, retorting "Tak payah! Aku ikan duyung" (No need, I am a mermaid). Nature: 1, Jasiminne: 0.
April 18, 2014

Into The Blue

...or as it is fondly referred to by my family as 'How Jasiminne got bitten on the nose by a fish' . It's simple really, ...

Eat. Sleep. Swim. Read. Repeat.

...because what else is there to do when one finds themselves on a cliff, overlooking the marine park island of Redang with sweeping views of the South China Sea, beaches, and mountains? 


What need is there to leave your villa, when it comes with everything you could need; your own gym, sixteen metre infinity pool, vast wraparound sun deck and numerous balconies, your own staff to cater to your every whim, need, and desire, your butler to bring you the local delicacies and your chef to whip them up into supper for you? 
April 17, 2014

Eat. Sleep. Swim. Read. Repeat.

...because what else is there to do when one finds themselves on a cliff, overlooking the marine park island of Redang with sweeping views...

A little slice of paradise

'The view is always better from the top'...'Seeing the big picture'...'A change of perspective makes all the difference'...'It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small'*...all of that and more, when one of my regular local destinations, Redang, an island off the east coast of Malaysia, sheds its 'twee school holiday getaway with the family' image in my head and matures into 'my private little piece of heaven' just because of a change in location. And some elevation. And no small amount of upgrading. It's all about perception, everything is, this is why people make money to buy things, or rather an illusion of the big promise.

*no, I won't stop with the Frozen references. I just can't Let It Go. 

Redang has always been beautiful. A sleepy island fringed with powder white sand, surrounded by turquoise blue waters hosting abundant coral reefs and diverse marine life with the best visibility in Malaysia making it a snorkelling and diving destination. But being an idyllic place, one doesn't get around or do much beyond lie around the beach or swim. Great if you're a mermaid, I suppose. But I'm more like a pygmy hippo. With a gimpy leg. Who harbours secret dreams of being a seagull, perched high up on a rocky cliff surveying the domain beneath and beyond from above. All while having any need anticipated and tended to, pampered beyond whim. So essentially I'm a pygmy hippo with the disposition of a house cat with aspirations of being a large bird. 

Happily I found just the place to make those animalistic desires come true. The Taaras Villa on the cliffs of Redang, a 3000 sq ft residence, equipped with everything I ever need including staff so that I never had to leave my perch. My little slice of paradise. A little private piece of heaven. 

Here, a preview of sorts:

April 14, 2014

A little slice of paradise

'The view is always better from the top'...'Seeing the big picture'...'A change of perspective makes all the differenc...

Chiggas in Chateau / Pt. Deux

What's up, buttercup?


Despite not getting very much sleep at all (the story of my life; I just want to make nice things and get enough sleep, is that too much to ask?) I managed to rise early the next morning. Here's something I wish I knew when I was in college: waking up early is almost always worth it. After one powers through the initial excruciating start (for me it lasts as least an hour, I am not a morning person) and gets the ball rolling; hours just fly by, tasks get tackled with lightning effeciency, and lunchtime is greeted with a satisfaction that is almost like a drug. It's an amazing high that can last all day and do wonders for one's paradigm! Oh my God, I just wrote a whole paragraph on the joys of starting the day early, I am officially old. 
April 11, 2014

Chiggas in Chateau / Pt. Deux

What's up, buttercup? Despite not getting very much sleep at all  (the story of my life; I just want to make nice things and g...

Chiggas in Chateau / Pt. Une

Last weekend---I say weekend, but really I mean Sunday and Monday---I escaped the smog and pollution of K.L city and retreated to France, seeking refuge at a chateau on a hill.

April 10, 2014

Chiggas in Chateau / Pt. Une

Last weekend--- I say weekend, but really I mean Sunday and Monday ---I escaped the smog and pollution of K.L city and retreated to France...

La Plage by Bacanal

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Call me Little Miss Contrary. For whenever I am in London I crave the tranquil luxury and effortless glamour of my life in Kuala Lumpur, but whenever I'm in K.L I miss the uncertainty, chaos, and the excitement of London. Surely I'm not the only one who suffers from intercontinental FOMO (fear of missing out)? Le sigh, this is what happens when you call two countries home. Best rename this blog to 'A Tale Of Two Cities' which incidentally was the working title for my topical comic series Audaciously Yours. Bad enough that I missed the reopening of the iconic---and rather imprinted in my nightly routine---Scotch of St. James, and yes, although I spend more time complaining about being dragged to parties than actually going to parties I do actually enjoy a little knees up. As long as there's good company, food, champagne, and a chance to play dress up.

Happily there's such a party waiting for me in London...!


I have been a fan of and attended the Bacanal parties ever since it's stylish inception in 2010. Inspired by the day first generation of New York brunch clubs, Bacanal was one of the very first day parties in London. Of course many imitators popped up afterward claiming to be the innovators (those of you who work in nightlife and entertainment know who I'm talking about, think think) of brunch parties but Bacanal is the one. 
April 09, 2014

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Hennessy X.O Appreciation Grows 2014 pre-event

Bonjour from France!* I'm in a chateau on the hill for what is supposed to be a relaxing mini-break from the chaos of modern living but instead I'm working and planning my schedule to accommodate the coming events of this month. One of those which I'm terribly excited for is Hennessy X.O Appreciation Grows 2014, returning this year to enthral connoisseurs with a gastronomy experience unlike any other!

*not really. I'll elaborate later on Instagram.

This year, for the first time ever Hennessy X.O Appreciation Grows will port into Danga Bay, Johor from 16-18 April. I've never actually been to Johor as a destination---to me Johor is a place you pass through to get to Singapore and quickly at that unless you want to get robbed---but I have been assured that Johor is no  longer nearly as dangerous as I remembered it and is really quite a wonderful place to visit. So when Hennessy extended me an exclusive invitation to dine with them I had to say yes. 

This year's Hennessy's X.O Appreciation Grows will feature culinary masterpieces wonderfully composed by three times James Beard semi-finalist for Best Chef: Southwest and 'Iron Chef Winner', Chef Viet Pham. 

Hennessy X.O organised a meet and greet with Chef Pham to whet our appetites for the culinary treat that awaits us in Danga Bay (less than two weeks from now, how exciting!).


Myself and Chef Viet Pham, about to assist him in preparing a canapé with a mystery box ingredient voted for by the audience.
April 07, 2014

Hennessy X.O Appreciation Grows 2014 pre-event

Bonjour from France!* I'm in a chateau on the hill for what is supposed to be a relaxing mini-break from the chaos of modern living bu...

A Louis Vuitton birthday soirée.


Mummy's birthday was on Monday and Louis Vuitton threw a little birthday tea for her, as they do every year


Ever the dutiful daughter, I decked myself out in some of mummy's wares (Louis Vuitton W PM in Pistache, Zara dress, the usual shoes and accessories) and popped downed to the flagship store in Starhill Gallery for her little soirée. Only a week ago Dior hosted a tea for Datuk Rahmahjan's birthday and it was enjoyable enough but the LV matinées are by far my favourite. 
April 04, 2014

A Louis Vuitton birthday soirée.

Mummy's birthday was on Monday and Louis Vuitton threw a little birthday tea for her, as they do every year .  Ever the du...

Stylo Fashion Grand Prix 2014 Day 5 / Who is Gatsby?

'...and Who Is Gatsby? That's one secret I'll never tell. You know you love me. XOXO, Stylo Girl...'

(I miss Gossip Girl from before the plot lines veered into the ridiculous and just plain unimaginative, reworking Blair into a sort of Upper East Side bow clad wearing Charlene of Monaco, really?)


Jovian Mandagie showing us just why he's the King Of Stylo.

No, I don't know who Gatsby is and why the highlight of the six-day F1 themed fashion festival was called 'Who is Gatsby?...A Vintage Party'. But I can say with some certainty that although the 1920s theme is getting rather done to death now (I blame you, Baz Luhrmann) I am glad that it encouraged the invitees---or at least the socialites and fauxcialites---to dress up (I hate the generalisation that Malaysians don't make as much as an effort) and glad the party was held at the much vaster, less stiflingly hot Hap Seng Star (hello high ceilings and air-conditioning).

Ever more pleasing that two of my favourite South East Asian designers Jovian Mandagie and Zang Toi were showing. I very much enjoyed the night's  'BDSM meets military chic meets Gothic Lolita meets Eliza Doolittle goes to the Ascot all blinged up in ice' vibe.

April 02, 2014

Stylo Fashion Grand Prix 2014 Day 5 / Who is Gatsby?

'...and Who Is Gatsby? That's one secret I'll never tell. You know you love me. XOXO, Stylo Girl...' (I miss Gossip Gi...